two somewhat redfaced young men standing at the door - unsure whether to interrupt but needing to deliver and set up the apparatus for later today

quietly pushing you back, crop in hand, and locking the door.....except for Those with respect....

entering...holding the door for ACME Removals & Plumbing...knowing that they have work to do here

slightly embarrassed.......and deferring, of course, to the Host.....

as one the two answer

Thank You My Lord - we have to set up a few things it won't take long

the young one putting a brick against the door so that the Lord can get His java

smiling No need for embarrasment, dear one.

carrying the long thin table with interesting holes in it and taking it to the side of the stage - checking whether it is now free

smiling at the workers from My favourite company...heading to the bar for My java

.. watching with her binoculars from the tower at SOI.. giggling at the butt-crack as ACME bends over to set the table down...

leaving and struggling in with the two large cylinders with the occasional dial and hose attached and placing them behind the stage - looking for a source of water in the room and after chocking the two cylinders securely -the older man begins to fill them while the younger struggles in with the padded/insulated couch with metal drop sides - placing it and the table on the now empty stage

adjusting the butt crack slightly, the older bends down and places the large funnel type apparatus that is attched to the bottom of the couch and trails it out to the nearest drain

suddenly dazzled by almost rainbow colors the older takes a tea break while the younger attaches the pipes from the two cylindersto a small metal bar above the couch and finally puts a total of five fresh towels in a tiny warmer beside the cylinders and then plugs the whole lot into the nearest electrical socket hoping the circuit holds -both cylinders beginning to hum softly.

finally satisfied that the job has been carried out satisfactorily the two bow to Sir Sparehawk and leave by the door Fe@therbrain told them about - which leads straight out into the farmyard

ACME Removals & Plumbing.... *taking a last peep at the two butts as they walk out the door... mmmmmmmm.. *smile*

returning through the room to bow to A/all assembled - especially to the wonderful seph to whom they owe a great debt of gratitude - stopping to ask Sir Sparehawk for a reference after that wonderful praise and to note that indeed it is not them but the mind of the originator that is so complex at times *grin*
l/p

*thinking everyone fell asleep*..

*thinking of stealing their wallets*

smiling A reference can be arranged, I wonder if a discount could be as well?

ACME Removals & Plumbing... *thinking.. that the younger one looks deep in thought.. and.. wondering what the inside of his van looks like*..

*giggle*..

oops.. sorry.. *smile*.. i was just thinking of Ted Koppel.. *smile*

leaving in true ACME fashion several posts after the l/p and while pretending to be adjusting their cracks - checking their wallets

*heavy breathing*

having adjusted my a's, sitting back to watch

entering quietly - wearing His black leather and latex thong and carrying His normal little bag, suitcase and postpack cylinder - putting them down to bow low to the Master of the Nest and then to A/all in this most comfortable and comforting of rooms - before sitting on His chair and placing the assorted packages beside Him

smiling...lifting My glas to you

Walking slowly through the doorway...my dark auburn hair worn straight and arranged simply...fair skin a bit paler than usual...clean and softly glowing...

...clad in the same sleeveless black latex dress i wore to the auction...my movements making it apparent that there is nothing beneath it. The two-way zipper is opened to midthigh below...and to just below my collarbone above...

...the 5-inch strapped black heels raising me to an even six-feet tall...crossing the room to my Master's place...refusing to let my nerves make me wobble...

smiling to A/all present...admiring inscrut@ble's a's

managing to arrive at Your place without mishap...kneeling at Your side...back to You...lifting my hair so You can unlock the collar from my neck...

thinking you look quite ravishing - imagining you looking quite ravished

smiling softly...opening the lock and removing My collar...placing it safely beside Me...turning you around to kiss your lips Enjoy yourself, lover and make Me proud.

watching with a soft smile as opposed to the normal grin

walking over - somewhat belatedly - to check the couch and its strange hump in the middle and the table - before looking at the dials on the cylinders and grinning

returning Your kiss...clinging to Your lips for a moment...nodding and smiling...whispering quietly

i will do my best, Master...but You know that

returning to get a small bottle from His bag and then moving across to the table once more

looking at your tousled auburn hair

marvelling at the preparations...noting how quickly the soft smile turned to the normal grin...approaching You...wondering if i do indeed look ravished...or will...kneeling in front of You...hoping You're in one spot for a moment...thinking i've never knelt before Another...hoping my emotions aren't visible on my face...feeling nervous...and curious...and just a little silly

thinking back over the past year - and the first meeting with Lady Shadith and the one she told Me was slippery

stand please - at this stage you have no reason to kneel to Me

reading Your mind...thinking i ran out of grease...wondering if She thought it would be with You...

rising...finding my balance on the heels...sending a silent curse to the one who decided heels were sexier than bare feet

you have merely been purchased for this time thanks to the genorosity of your Master - I will expect you to kneel if and when I have deserved your respect in this scene - not now *grin*

sighing...wondering if slaves are listed in the commodities market Fair enough...i will stand until such time

for almost a year now I have persevered with the name Fe@therbrain and have progressively simplified My costume - because in My opinion it is only by action that I can prove Myself. *grin* not by an impressive handle or clothes.

noting that the costume has indeed become very simple...nodding

well actually you will do many things beside stand before that time *grin*

If you use the term Master addressing Me I will assume that is a reference to the generosity of your Master - I am no Lord and do not like the term Sir after too many years in schools *grin* address Me as Fe@therbrain please.

glancing over at the ACME apparati...thinking You too have mastered understatement

Fe@therbrain, i will do as You ask...and try not to let any stray "Sirs" slip in

focussing now on the matter at hand - knowing all through that He will be an extension of your Master and yet Fe@therbrain with all his idiosyncracies and sense of fun

smiling softly...thinking how very long W/we have been F/friends...and verbal duelists

and I will try to avoid calling you little one - little one *grin*

remove your shoes before you fall over and put them beside the table.

laughing...bending to undo the straps of the pumps...suppressing a moan of sheer pleasure as i remove them and place them neatly beside the table

You're a Gentleman and a Scholar, Sir Fe@therbrain...thank You

loving the latex look but knowing it will be in the way - running His hands over the sleek and shininess - relishing each curve and valley before asking you to remove it also and put it under the table - preparing to watch this intently -

thinking one strike to you - thinking that will soon be repaid many times over

while watching taking out two warm towels and idly twisting them between His hands

and then uncorking the bottle and smelling the sweet lavender perfume

unmoving as Your hands follow the lines of my body beneath the dress...remembering to breath when i hear Your request...sliding the lower zipper-tab to my ankles...grasping the upper and lowering it slowly...not watching as my small firm breasts come into view...nipples hardening in the cool air...my shaved sex appearing next...the skin a darker coral than my belly...finally reaching my ankles...slipping out of the dress...folding it carefully and placing it beneath the table

watching Your hands on the towels...my nostrils filling with the scent of lavendar...wondering if that was a baseball strike or a bowling strike...wondering if that even makes sense in Oz

thinking how much better you look ungreased

Lie face down on the table vision of coral - and place your hands on either side - making sure that your face is over the hole and you can breathe - otherwise this will be the shortest auction scene ever

thinking how striking you still look - both a ten and pushing your luck with two more chances on the *Sir* before your run home *grin*

thinking i may become slippery again...climbing onto the table and arranging myself...heeding Your advice about breathing...willing my knuckles not to be white...trying to relax...

waiting - lifting the towels over His head

hmmm...made sense in Oz

knowing you will become slippery again - also knowing that for a scene to really work for Him there has to be rapport and love and on both sides - wanting this intimacy now and placing the two towels on your body - one on your back and one your legs - reaching for the bottle

feeling the texture of the towels...nubby tickles against my skin...

I warm my hands by rubbing the oil into them - lavender scented massage oil until the fingers are warm and slippery and the towel is moved back from the left leg. From this point it is most important that there is always some part of My hand - even if only a fingertip - that remains in contact with the skin.

My fingers brush gently over the back of the left thigh and search out obvious knots in the larger muscles - slowly warming the skin and those muscles before beginning to work deeper and deeper moving softly towards the back of the knee and then strongly back towards the buttock and in under the buttock where the thigh muscle disappears without the fingers actually touching the curve of the buttock at all.

When thoroughly warmed and with one hand collecting more oil while the other kneads deep across and then both squeeze into the muscles slowly moving round the outside and inside of the left thigh so that the whole of the upper part of the leg feels fuzzy warm as if floating in a warm bath.

the scent of the oil intoxicating...tensing a bit at the touch of Your hands...slowly relaxing into the rhythm of the massage...feeling every part of my thigh warmed and soothed...

There will be pain enough - first some pleasure

Moving down to the left knee making little circles of warmth which passes into the joint and the tendons and cartilage before carrying on past and slowly warming up the calf. Long soft strokes down to the ankle and deeper stronger ones back and then the kneading and squeezing and relaxation before the fingers slip under the towel and the right leg is now uncovered and the left cocooned in the towelling to keep its warmth.

My fingers brush gently over the back of the right thigh and search out any more knots in the larger muscles though some will have already been helped by the relaxation from the left thigh and calf - slowly warming the skin and those muscles before beginning to work deeper and deeper still moving softly towards the back of the right knee and then strongly back towards the buttock and in under the buttock as before.

sensing the strength that is yours as the submissive and Mine as the dominant - mingling and arcing and flaring through My fingertips

when the leg is thoroughly warmed both hands with strong thumbs and fingers knead deep across and squeeze into the muscles slowly moving round the outside and inside of the right thigh so that the whole of the upper part of the right leg mirrors the feeling in the left as if floating in a warm bath.

Moving down to the right knee adding little circles of warmth into the joint and the tendons and cartilage before carrying on past and slowly warming up the right calf. Long soft strokes down to the right ankle and deeper stronger ones back and then the kneading and squeezing and relaxation before the fingers slip under the towel and both legs are uncovered and the left has the benefit of some more long strokes

Edge of left hand against the buttock and right hand under the knee - slowly lifting and pulling out at the hip joint and circling out to the side and up behind you before fingers of the left hand slide down to the knee and the right hand to the ankle and again bend the knee joint up gently and circle the lower leg and stretch the knee imperceptibly before moving down to the ankle and slowly rotating and warming that before massaging the left foot - warming thoroughly before moving across to the right leg (always some touch somewhere as first the right hand moves to the buttock and then the left to the knee to continue.

the muscles relaxing even as the nerves are awakened...body soothed and mind wandering with thoughts of the strength of Your hands...their knowledge and skill...my breathing deep and steady...no trace of the white knuckles remaining...

a soft low moan escaping my lips as You continue...feeling each muscle relax...every bit of skin warm

grinning slightly knowing that all the time there will be the expectation in the back of your mind that there will be the unexpected - the sudden shock to your system

slowly lifting and pulling out at the hip joint and circling out to the side and up behind you before fingers of the right hand slide down to the knee and the left hand to the ankle and again bend the knee joint up gently and circle the lower leg letting it stretch the knee imperceptibly before both hands move down to the ankle and slowly rotate and warm there before massaging the right foot

A gentle warming - not stimulating the pressure points but finishing with a finger each side of a toe and gripping and *pull* as they are stretched and any tension there vanishes. Especial attention to the right heel warming again before moving back to the left foot and the fingers between the toes and gripping each and *pull* and the release of tension.

And then the slow warm down of the legs and lighter and lighter pressure in the long sweeping strokes from buttock to ankle and softer and softer until one hand have moved to the back and has moved the towel and is resting on the neck and the towel covers both legs.

losing myself in a soft haze of pleasure...the strokes so wonderful...my legs a bit disappointed that their turn has ended...but my back is happily anticipating

The back of My hand is against the back - fresh oil is poured into it and then the other hand is warming it with some movement felt below as the hands rub together and then both hands make light warming strokes under the towel rolling it back to the waist.. four or five oval warming strokes which finish by the shoulders and the fingers move to the neck and shoulder muscles kneading on either side at once from behind the ears and down into those muscles on top of the shoulders - and back again - five or six times and each time fingers more firm and deeper followed by the muscles being lightly chopped by the soft flap of skin between thumb and first finger of each hand vibrating as they move from neck towards the outside of the shoulders. This vibration is continued by two fingers on the side of but not actually touching the spine as they start from the neck and with a movement coming from My elbow flickering fingers back and forth oscillating just under an inch wake up the muscles beside the spine until they reach just past the towel - first down the left side and then down the right

sensing that O/our breathing is now in time - O/our ryths are entwined and that it soon will be possible to begin the other pleasure of pain

tensing as Your hands find the stressed spots...retrieving my mind long enough to will them to relax into the pressure...feeling the muscles collapse one by one...smiling softly though it can't be seen

feeling My fingers on the slippery one - sensing the submission - hoping it will not end in sleep - grinning slightly and thinking it unlikely

The hands move back to the left shoulder blade and fingers tease it out away fro the slope of the back - fingers deep under the swell of the blade and then sudden pressure pushes the blade flat - flatter than it has been for some time. Gliding via the neck muscles the same process of warming and then lifting and pressing deep stimulates the right shoulder blade before the fingers move to the elbow and wrist and like the hips the weight of the arm is used to loosen and stretch first the right shoulder before the arm is laid down and the hands move across to carry out the same loosening and warming mobilisation of the left shoulder.

The ribs are next as each finger finds a niche for itself between two ribs and strokes out away from the spine to the side - four gaps at a time moving down towards the waist and finally massaging of the back is completed by warming and kneading of the buttocks and hips before the slow lightening - lightening - lightening of lo...ng lo..ng strokes as the massage warms down and the towel is replaced

The left arm and then the right arm are massaged like the legs - long movements to warm and then kneading - fairly quick and then the fingers are gripped and *pulled* like the toes - before first the left and then the right arm are replaced under the towel

wanting to see the smile that is evident in every muscle and holding on to the towels

turn over - if you can *grin*

almost crying from the sensations...feeling Your care flow through Your hands...enjoying each touch...never wanting it to end...yet wanting to know what follows...

on second thoughts -

I gently reposition the towel and My fingers skim across the silky skin and find some tension in the large muscles of the buttocks - placing My thumbs in the crack between I firmly knead and feel the tension ebbing away through My hands My fingers remain under the towel as I slowly move My thumbs up and down the anal crack and those fingertips tease at the tissue in each cheek

Having done this twice I smile to myself at the way your muscles have succombed to My fingers and ask that you turn over a second time

stopping almost before i begin...moaning a bit louder at the new caress...and then struggling to find the co-ordination to roll over...centering myself on the table...smiling lax and lazy

Making sure you are well covered with the warm towel the fingers and thumbs begin to work on the front of your right leg

This time with long firm movements I massage the front and inside of the right leg from the knee to the groin and then softly back towards the knee again some eight or nine times - and remind you that at all times during this massage there will be some contact with My fingers and your skin and that occasionally My fingers will contact that ticklish area where the leg and torso join at the groin and apologise for any time that inadvertently My thumbs may brush past your labia

I continue to move past the knee trying to avoid being kicked by Any reflex
reaction as it tickles and I finish with kissing each toe of the right foot and then begin the front of the left leg. From groin (whoops - those thumbs) to knee and to toes

Covering the now tingling legs I stare into your quizzical eyes as I begin to massage the front of your neck and shoulders and discovering little or no tension move down quickly and begin to massage lower

your neck is smooth and sensual as are your shoulders but not as smooth as your belly where I trace the circle from right to left side to aid digestion and wonder whether you will break wind. Next My fingers and palms make deep probing clockwise ovals from just above the groin and almost to the right breast and sweeping across and down to the left side of the groin and back along the top of your mons.

Again I place a finger between each your ribs and press outwards to the side with five at a time before I realise I have forgotten your face and slide My fingers along your ribs brushing past your breasts and up over your shoulders to your chin and up across your cheeks - featherlite - to your temples and find Myself staring deep into your eyes framed by the flowing hair and pale face and those eyebrows that have redefined the shape that questionmarks should be -

and wondering if what I think I can see is My imagination or not - I see some trust but still not enough - eyes twinkling and passionate but is it amusement or lust - or both - eyes that show relaxation and tenderness and anticipation but whether for Me or Another -

feeling so warm and limp...until the fingers touch those certain spots...in that certain way...and the muscles jerk a bit...the spasms lessening as i relax more deeply...certainly hoping i don't relax so much i lose certain controls

Lost in your eyes I shut Mine to concentrate on the massage. Tiny circles on your temples - electric fingertips shortcircuiting your tension better than any drug can -
tracing the shape of your face - gently with fingertips tiny circling across the
cheekbones and under your eyes and the side of your nose . Always moving and spreading and warming like a slow motion submerging in a hottub

Moving round your ears and into the jaw area and under the neck - tking time as you are oh so tense in the jaw - slowly moving and leaving a trail of warmth as your head seems to float off into space - and finally the muscles round the lips - still with eyes closed - unable to look at them as the touch is more than sensuous and My own lips quiver in empathy,

my breasts quivering in anticipation...before realising it was just a passing touch...wanting to close my eyes as You caress my temples...but finding them caught by Yours instead...smiling up at You...thinking the amusement is latent as this is not the time...

Tracing My way via the shoulders and neck I then begin to work gently on your breasts -starting with strong fingers working from the underside of them lifting and kneading and then circling from the outer of each globe at once slowly circling and spiralling towards their twin centres of hardness but making sure not to touch the nipples -

peeking - I see your nipples enlarge - fully engorged and wish that I could run My tongue round then in ever decreasing circles too but realise that that would be the wrong time- and yet almost certain that you want Me to and that they are another of your weaknesses

continuing to watch even when Your eyes close...examining the lines of Your face...my mind having some difficulty holding a thought...letting them flow over me as waves instead...

The only touch on your nipples is the slightly rough cottonness as the towel
moves up to cover them and your torso and I move down to concentrate on the only area left unwarmed

My fingers trace two twin paths to your groin- teasing out any tension in the area of the lymph glands there - this time I try to avoid your clitoral area but I feel drawn towards it inexorably and have to consciously hold back and so I begin to warm down in the massage with softer and softer application of my trembling fingertips before covering yourwhole body with towelling again and await your reaction which is usually a drowsy warmth with slight sexual undertones.

Closing My eyes but still seeing the creamy skin and imagining stripes of strawberry enhancing the inside of the thighs or the breasts or the buttocks or the shoulderblades or the labia and wondering why fate had meant U/us not to be together before today.

my breasts softly gleeful as their time arrives...my heart pounding harder beneath them...still relaxed...but not...nipples practically quivering with hope...

Lie there little one.

reaching down to the high heels and slashing the backs of them to put them on - checking the table is firm and climbing up - watching the 190 lbs on the heels cut deep into the wooden inserts on the table top

the towel a poor substitue for Your hands...but immediately noticing the compensations...finding myself making tiny...nearly imperceptible movements to encourage straying...

lying still...watching in foggy stunned amazement as You climb onto the table in my heels

and beginning to stamp close by your ears - loud and incessant - slowly moving closer to your head

crack - crack - crack crack cracackackackackakcalkc

looking down at you and placing a sole on your torso - pressing down - and down and down .....

closing my eyes tightly...my lips moving in time with my self-commands to remain motionless...the pounding so near...the weapons fearsome

feeling the pressure on my body...hoping the sole doesn't slip in the oil and do me in...

letting the pressure off and then using the heels to flick each nipple in turn before beginning the drumming again

the quick pleasure from my nipples battling the panic...each trying to find a spot in my still-dazed mind to live...

reading your thoughts and tempted - but again it isn't time yet - taking off the shoes before jumping down - taking small cork false heels and placing them over the five inch heels - making 4 inches cuban and then the one inch business end sticking out - taking one in each hand .... and ....

suppressing visions of flamenco dancers in cork heels...mime-dancing...waiting

continuing to drum - the cuban heel covering the stiletto touching each ear

and then silence

the noise increasingly disorienting...the cork heels' touch panicking me...squeezing my eyes more tightly closed...counting the taps

lifting you off the table and placing in a foetal position on the floor - walking to the door to the farmyard and turning - crawl here little one!!

being able to stop counting before i ran out of ability

suddenly finding myself on the floor...ready to curl-up tighter in defense...but hearing Your voice command me otherwise...crawling to You...trembling

chaining the door open for those watching and walking ten paces over the short spear grass - reaching the fence where the Acme mob had left the leather welding gauntlets and placing the shoes and the crop that had been picked up on the way past His chair by the corner post of the fence

to Me

looking out over the scene...vaguely wondering if i need watch for cowpies...crawling quickly to follow You

putting on the gloves and checking the looseness of the twin barbed wire strands at ground level and at about 7 feet in the air and smiling

eyeing the barbed wire...swallowing hard

intrigued as the sharp grass appears to have no effect on you -

taking the bottom strand of wire and pulling it past the the next - like the crossed ropes wrestlers enjoy so much

lie flat on your stomach and place your wrist through here

waiting - holding the strands apart with some difficulty - and looking round for the box of toys that the Acme mob seemed to have hidden

thinking that kneeling in rice does tend to toughen one...taking a deep breath and lying down...inserting my wrist though the loop formed by the crossed wires

also checking somewhat belatedly that the orange fencing wires with silver running through them are still intact and only require a few seconds to rerig

moving 3 feet to the right and making another loop

and the other

thinking i don't want to think about those wires

one more deep breath...for courage...putting the other wrist in place

glad that the wires had been prejoined in between otherwise that would have been pretty ineffectual *grin*

thinking that in some cases, ineffectual has advantages...trying very hard not to move

putting on the shoes - thinking about the pricly pair in the bucket - wondering if you would like some

wondering...pricly pair of shoes?

making sure the heel protectors are in place - not wanting more than one inch of stiletto to work - and resting one heel on your left buttock

tipping out the cactus from the bucket to land on either side of you

trying to separate my buttocks from my wrists...luckily they're far enough apart i can do that...

starting to increase the pressure on the heel

raising my head a bit...as a former Texan i immediately recognise prickly pears...and know how to avoid the nearly-invisible spines...thinking i won't get the chance to demonstrate my ability

tensing beneath the increasing pressure...noting that my expression may cause wrinkles

leaning forward to take part of My weight on your shoulders before putting the other heel onto your right buttock - hoping I won't fall into the inviting hole beneath - and standing up - holding the fence post for balance and certainly not wanting to fall off onto the prickly pears Myself

adjusting My weight from one foot to another - balance helped by the false heels - about to stand on one leg - the left

feeling my pelvic bones getting closely-acquainted with the ground beneath me...thinking that i'd likely buck You off if i could move beneath Your weight...gritting my teeth and trying not to cry out

hoping the faint crunching sound was not the afore-mentioned pelvic bones

with this added height finally seeing the Acme box and feeling somewhat happier - bending the left leg and straightening - trying to get a trampoline effect and bouncing slightly

wondering if the boucing will lighten the load enough to buck...

sensing that there is unrest below

focus My dear - I have found what I am looking for - keep still so I can dismount.

steeling myself...thinking i should have done that before i came...remaining quite still as i've little choice in the matter

placing both soles on your buttocks and jumping off -

how are your hand stands?

positive now that the crunch is the sound of breaking bones...barely able to moan from the force of Your lift-off

About as good as Your recognition of step-ladders, i suppose...

taking off the shoes and carefully walking the box and bringing it back - opening it to remove the butt plug

wondering just how thickly the area is carpeted with prickly pears...

spitting out the nut shell that he had bitten on for concentration - not realising how much noise it had made as He mounted

moving just a bit in experimentation...hmmm, no paralysis evident

assuming that a simple hand stand is beyond you and taking your feet and lower legs - suddenly realising how ridiculous this will look to those in the room

passing thought of wheel-barrow races...knowing if You lift my legs, my wrists are shredded wheat

flipping you up against the fence - and trapping one ankle between the top strands - supporting the other leg until that ankle is also trapped

upended before i can grasp the intent...shredded wheat...Post Toasties...trying to remember how fast blood flows from wrists

annoyed that the wire is old and the barbs are either missing or blunt - in a hurry to get the orange wire attached

wondering if You'd like me to wait while You phone ACME with the complaint...

looking at the fear in your eyes wondering when the trust will come - knowing it will sooner or later - hoping that it is sooner

thinking that you are in no position to do anything but wait and the longer W/we are the more it might go to your head *grin*

taking the butt plug and beginning to insert it - making sure the copper strand is showing

my head unable to perform its usual function anyway...wondering if it matters then

feeling a rather interesting sensation...distracting me from my dilemma a bit

walking to the orange wires at the nearest insulators and passing one end behind you - attaching it to the butt plug and then to the next insulator - and completing the circuit

watching You...brain struggling to make sense of the inverted picture...my poor grades in Physics not preventing me from understanding series-wiring

chuckly softly...but parallel is obviously beyond me

taking the other strand and bringing past your nipples to the next insulator - pulling it tight and completing the circuit - taking the small pieces of sticking plaster from the box and making sure the wirs stays on each nipple - enjoying that part of the job

my nipples hardening further under Your minstrations...hissing a soft "traitors" at them

pleased that you did better at physics than gymnastics - and going to the generator - checking the homemede settings - knowing (because he tested it before)there will be a one second pulse every ten seconds on the first circuit and one every 12 seconds on the second - therefore every minute they will coincide.

waiting for you to ask Me to turn it on

...giving-in to the moan

noting that You've stopped...wondering if the moan could be so construed

tell Me when to turn it on

while waiting relieving Himself - making sure He doesn't hit the wires or generator

reaching deep inside myself...electricity being one of my strongest fears...gathering Faith, Hope, and Charity from their hiding places...

Would You please turn it on now, Fe@therbrain?

turning on the current at the setting He had already arranged -

flinching at Your movement...

placing His hand on one wire and noting it was indeed very low shockability (pleased at His knowledge of technical terms) - not at the stun a cow level he had tried on Himself yesterday

mind wandering back to an rt model train transformer...the anticipation then had also been worse than the reality

taking the crop and beginning to coincide soft flicks to the inner thighs in time with the butt plug surge

anticipating that thought *grin*

gradually succeeding in moving my focus from my pain-filled ankles to my ass and nipples...my inner-thighs warming to the regular flicks of the crop

increasing the intensity - the rubber tip to the crop starting to bite into the cream - hints of strawberries and ...

the heat growing as the crop cuts deeper...my breathing calmer...

smiling - knowing that there is a built in increase in intensity for the shocks as well - wondering if that was also anticipated

smiling to myself...thinking that perhaps parallels aren't entirely beyond me

beginning to sweat slightly with the crop exertions in the calm spring air - listening to the horses gently nuzzling tyhe fence and each other nearby and hearing a sleepy bird occasionally - almost mesmerised by His own crop - biting deeper and moving from left to right - from close to the groin and down almost to the knee

watching the strawberry begin to appear and dominate as the cream sinks to the bottom of the plate

my skin enjoying the warmth contrasting with the cool autumn air...losing myself in the rhythm...mind returning to its earlier haze...

wondering when the third change to the impulses to butt and nipples will break into this mesmeric flow

not wondering at all...just accepting

as the impulses cut out - the timer completed - the crop cuts downwards now and concentrates on the already pinker lips nestling above the thighs

and then stillness and silence except for the lambs *grin*

the change breaking my reverie...unsure at first what is different...but the pain of my nether lips soon renders the point moot

trying not to breath louder than the lambs...

trusting that Acme have got it right and that the entire fence will fall over slowly when 2 props are removed - putting a temporary one by you and then removing the originals - to lower you slowly away from the prickly pears

watching a bit apprehensively as You remove the crops...knowing how shoddy quality control has become...

looking at that Freudian slip...wondering if You'd like to try it on

using My fingers to remove the plaster holding the wires to your nipples and My lips to remove that gooeysticky stuff left - disengaging the butt plug from the wire and moving it back and forth and in and out - to check it is still functioning

wondering if the gooeysticky stuff might manage to trap Your lips on my turgid nipples...moving slightly against the plug...noting that it seems to be functioning very well

Thinking the erection inside the thong would be wasted under a slip and refocussing-

removing the plug - knowing something else will take its place soon - lifting up the wires to allow your anles and then wrists to be free - checking for damage and kissing the few minor abrasions

hissing slightly as the plug leaves me open and empty...changing to a sigh of relief as my limbs are freed...vaguely disappointed that there aren't more abrasions to be kissed...

lifting you up and carrying you back towards the nest - noticing an interesting aroma and thinking perhaps you should have checked for stray cows - putting you down by the door and walking over to prepare your bath

wrapping my arms around Your neck...burying my face below it...thinking i tried to be careful...

waiting...chilled and alone

taking the metal sides of the contoured couch and lifting them up to form a bath - just large enough to fit a slave of about 5 foot 6 - with a raised center that would obviously fit someone lying face down and would throw the ass into thge air - the anus almost perpendicular to the ground - returning to kiss any parts not dunged - not finding many so settling for the lips

lifting you into the bath and playing water from one of the cylinders onto you - at 105 degrees fahrenheit

observing the converted tub...shrinking an inch to fit easily...kissing You...smiling ruefully at the mess i am

smiling in pleasure at the flow of tepid water...

letting the water fall in and fill the bath to the brim - leaving your butt the only thing not submerged - thinking that perhaps you should hold your head up and put your hands on the rim to support it

the rising water sharpening my mind a bit...lifting my head and using my hands to hold my upper body high

finding the cylinder and removing two things - both long and thin - one the split cane - cane - with 4 pieces of cane bound together by kangaroo thonging - heavy and yet leaving thin stripes from the cane when used - the other is placed by the bath/couch

turning my head enough to watch Your search...almost dunking myself when i see...

beginning to warm your body via the butt - standing beside you and raising the cane above My head to fall with a swish that threatens to split the water - though unlike Moses cane it won't set bushes alight

exhaling sharply...judging that from the first blow it may be able to set my ass alight

knowing that what is about to happen will be no surprise to you - if it happens.

continuing full shoulder and wrist propelled cane caresses - pulling out the bottom of the bath and watching all the water course down that funnel in seconds

and then opening the other pipe to fill the bath with almost freezing water - to sludge its way down and fill the bath - knowing how long a body can survive in almost freezing water

trying to find the haze again...so i can embrace the pain...jumping as the water vanishes...losing what little focus i'd found

with one final exhilarating warmthmaking canefall - putting it down and taking the other thin tube - the rectal thermometer and checking the body temperature

knowing there is no restraint and you can leave the bath whenever you think fit

the water rising again...my brain eventually registering that it's cold...very cold...wondering if blue goes well with auburn hair

If you wish to move then let Me know - or the thermometer might break inside *grin*

taking it out to check and tell you

97 degrees

starting to shiver...hoping i don't break the thermometer...and knowing that restraints aren't always visible

rechecking the thermometer

96.4

trying harder to stay still...shivering is an involuntary reaction though

moving round to feel your hands while checking again

95.8

shivering is good unless clothed - and unless you are colder - you have permission to shiver *grin*

feeling some signs of numbness in the hands and kissing the cool lips

95.3 - shivering helped a little

definitely experiencing confusion...wondering how my pace would be

trying to thank You for the shiver-permission...not doing a very good job of it

feeling the warmth from the caning dissipating and the butt skin pale and cold -

95 dead - how do you feel ? you must let Me know - you might fall into apathy soon and W/we can't have that!!!

rechecking the thermometer after feeling the fingers

94.7

thinking...how do i feel? Cold...but my teeth are still chattering so i'm not apathetic...can't seem to say that though

checking the temperature of your lips again with Mine and wondering how well you read the trivia you were given recently

93.8

92.9

clinging to the warmth of Your lips...remembering that i can read...or could read, anyway

checking the temperature once more

relaxing...the cold gone...the shivering ceased...loosing my grip on the edge of the tub...sliding slowly down

wondering if amnesia would be an advantage at this stage and throwing open the valve to drain the bath

dreaming nice warm lil dreams...smiling softly

105 degree water playing on you and a soft hand lifting your head

trying to nuzzle Your hand...

filling the bath with what you had called tepid water - hoping you don't think it scalding - rechecking the temperature and noting a slight rise

softly rubbing the exposed butt and smiling softly -

switching from nuzzling to wiggling my butt...trying to help keep my face out of the water

taking a mouthful of the water and passing it through your lips to further warm you -

spluttering most ungracefully...regaining a bit of awareness...the dreams of Rosebud fading...

seeing quarter of an hour or more pass in a trice and checking the temperature for the nth time finding it almost reasonable

lifting you out of the bath and toweling you quickly before doing the normal first aid - putting you into a sleeping bag and crawling in to join you. body warnth being best to completely revive you

removing the thong in the sleeping bag and continually stroking your breasts and particularly your nipples to help revive you.

my, how time flies when one's nearly comatose...the pressure of the towel somewhat painful on my skin...the sleeping bag feels so very safe...snuggling up close to You...wrapping a leg over Your thigh

moving my leg higher on Your thigh...feeling warmth returning to my nipples...

placing a forefinger inside your anus to check the temperature pushing deeper every 3 or 4 seconds and then relaxing a little before the repetition

trying not to move...not wanting to break this new thermometer

Knowing that too much excitement could be dangerous *grin*

exploring your airways with My tongue - just in case there was some stray dung

smiling...reaching down to investigate what's bumped my thigh

fingers straying all over you in a feeble reenactmaent of the opening of the scene - but this time concentrating especially on the places missed that time

thrusting my tongue into Your mouth...so You can check it, too

feeling fingers gripping strongly and almost sure you are ready to continue - hugging the less inert body tightly

starting to shiver again...not feeling at all cold though...wondering if the temperature-sensing ability of my body is shot

It says in the manual you should be evacuated immediately - but I forgot the enema equipment

holding tight to the prize i found...

thinking evacuation won't be necessary...the key positions are controlled

leaving the bag - after replacing the thong - and finding the thermometer once more

feeling inside the bag for the right insertion point and checking for the last time

98.4

come out and put a blanket round yourself but W/we are not finished

biting-back a protest...thinking the bodyheat was all that ensured my survival

moving to get His small bag - removing the alligator clips and the small clips

sighing softly...oh well, the thermometer was nice...crawling reluctantly...but obediently...out of the warm sleeping bag...wrapping myself in a blanket...thinking i look ravaged instead of ravished

noting the teeth on those clips...shivering anew

lie down and spread your legs - that is more a ravished position *grin*

noting You have a point...lying down and spreading...the blanket unable to make the stretch

adjusting the bolt and butterfly nut on the first to slide over the lip with ease - before starting to tighten it again - watching the little silver teeth start to behave like opposite poles of magnets

and satisfied the grip is tight after a couple of judicious tugs spreading the lip to the left

closing my eyes...feeling the cold metal on my sensitive lip...sore from the crop already...drawing-in my breath as it tightens

and taking the next clip and adding it - nestling against its mate - not weeping crocodile tears but wondering if there isn't some liquid in their mouths

gasping softly at the tugs...breathing more raggedly

and adding the 3rd and 4th and 5th on the left lip - before taking a small piece of leather thonging (good old trusty kangaroo) and passing it in a loop round all the bolts

hold this in your left hand

thinking that holding their jaws closed wouldn't prevent the bite in this case...thinking it likely that they may slip in the liquid though

letting the loop fall while waiting and starting on the right ridge of pink coral - snappingjaws attaching themself like pigs at a trough

tears welling in my eyes...reaching blindly for the thong...holding it like a lifeline

feeling more symetrical if not comfortable...

noticing the concern and realising to slip would be worse than the grip = and tightening all again at least one turn of the flapping butterfly nuts - grinning at this new twist to butterflies in the stomach

thinking i'd groan at that if i could spare the focus

adding the thonging to the left side and placing that in your now warmer left hand

pull whenever you like and hold yourself open

hmmm...two lefts don't make a right...but too confused yet to protest...taking one thong in each hand and opening myself to You

taking the other little clips and letting each of the eleven take a tiny bite of skin on the ribs and breasts - the smaller the nip the deeper the bite - very small nips and very deep trenches caused by the inch of thin metal on each with the strong spring between

whimpering softly at each nip...the fire of my skin belying the cold that was present a short while ago

(ah - but the second was My left side not yours - as I was passing it to you I knew which it was)

and finally taking the tweezer clamps with their shiny little jaws and nuzzling your right nipple with the metal points before placing the nipple inside the jaws and tightening - tightening - tightening

and then the twin or your almost twin left nipple - tightening and watching the two curved jaws start to approach each other - straining to push through to kiss

...hunching my shoulders in a vain effort to relieve myself of the clips...crying-out as the metal points dig into my nipple...tears streaming into my ears

looking deep at the thonged and toothy grinning lips - remembering you mentioning teeth there in the past and grinning slightly before dropping My head with tongue licking My lips.... first

giving-up the struggle...accepting that there's no escape from the pain...my shoulders flattening against the floor as the second nipple is clamped painfully

fingers - reaching upto flick the tweezers to check they are firm - they are - but a second flick of each to check

thinking sometimes i have a very big mouth...

andthen tongue descending to lick from the base of the pink coral island and deep into the cay and across to the little hill that guards it all - that provides a vantage point and is the centre of the early warning system - the nerve center of that island's universe

hearing a steady low keening...realising it's coming from my own throat...the pitch rising momentarily as You flick the tweezers

tongue like a sail flapping in an uncertain wind - trapped in the center of the island - flapping from side to side -

hips jumping at the contact...unable to discern whether or not it's further pain...noting that the tongue slides easily around the watery island

hoping You've one eye on the boom...

hands coming to grips back at base - slowly fingers entering your base - first one then two - one from each hand to fill the void left by the thermometer - fingers fighting for safety inside - and continuing to enter one by one

hands tensing...tugging the thongs quite accidently as i'm gradually filled...tugging them once more...not so accidently

tongue waiting for a sonic boom - an eruption of the mountain and yet forbidding it - not wanting to have the God of the volcano (or perhaps Goddess even worse) as an enemy at disturbing His/Her sleep

trying desperately to keep my hips from rising off the floor...the urge to press hard against Your mouth nearly irresistable

tongue in waves lapping at the sides of the cay - needing a tsunami to reach the hill again - slowly subsiding and the stillness of the late afternoon - with a gentle rippling stilling to silence - eyes searching for yours and the depths behind them

the black leather thong swollen and almost useless - eyes looking deep into yours

unable to completely still the little jerks of my pelvis...shamed that i cannot...my glazed eyes meeting Yours

thinking that if the thong is useless, You should discard it...

fingers seeking shelter elsewhere - leaving in two teams - loosely called right team and left team but who cares which is which

thinking you are partly right ....

wondering which part is right...or left...thinking i have a nicer sheath available

the D/discardee was not right

standing above you

smiling...lil hypo-thoughted brain comprehending...wondering how that's to be managed in this position...

...a light dawning

fairly easily unless you have lost all kinetic ability

checking...kinetic ability intact...but hesitant to change my position without Your direction...

leaning over and reaching for the little roo hide cat with its plaited tails looking like the reincarnation of Bob Marley

My direction is above *grin*

testing the alligator clips with a small flick of the tail ends into the open valley

eyeing the Marley look-alike a bit warily...pushing myself up onto my elbows...loosening my grip on the thongs so i'm not de-lipped

Therefore you may rise before I do the reverse

second flick again not dislodging any of the hungry/thirsty alligators

thinking the clips test rather well...sitting-up straighter...stretching upward with my...sharp, white teeth

sliding my legs together and gathering them gracefully beneath me...enabling me to rise to my knees...

admiring your fine white teeth thinking that trust is a two edged sword

smiling at the thought of swords...nosing the top of the thong...feeling the heat

moving the thong far enough from Your body to get a grip...sweeping it down to Your knees where it stops...confusing me further

waiting patiently -

using my chin to press it the rest of the way to the floor...

I suspect a smaller movement to one side might have been more productive little one *lol*

stepping out of the thong

Oh, but that seems so back-alley quickie

Why are you kneeling ?

truly afraid to allow my hands any freedom of motion...since they might yield to the temptation of removing the excrutiatingly-painful clips...reaching only with my lips to explore what i've uncovered

Uhhh...because i think i'm too tall to do that standing?

I see - I had wondered whether you had reached the point when you could kneel and show your respect to Me as a Master as opposed to your Master - it appears it is just lust at present? *grin*

hiding a smile unsuccessfully...That had occurred to me but my mind is too fogged to know if it's true...so until the combination of lust and pain is lessened, i won't attach that meaning

holding you behind each ear and pulling your lips up and then realising it might be hard to answer with a full mouth

thinking i've said more than enough...

after hearing that excellent answer- continuing to pull you to Me

thinking it might be a good time to open my mouth without speaking

stop thinking for a while - just focus little one - the fog will clear soon -

satisfied that your eyes are safe against Me - using the tails to flick off each of the small clips in turn

focussing...on this lil opening in the shaft in front of me...

gasping...looking for a way to still my cries...

smiling as you are crosseyed and then refocussing

Take Me inside your mouth and pull yourself open further

adjusting My weight on to the left leg to move the right big toe to land squarely on the island's nerve centre

hearing the command i'd hoped for...cradling Your shaft in my mouth...teasing the underside with my tongue as i move closer...taking You deeper...while moving the thongs wider and higher

nearly choking as the island volcano threatens...

feeling the fire of a recently cold slave raging across the shaft that has ached for it for almost a year - and rubbing hard against the slave cunt with His toe

shuddering at the touch...working Your shaft down my throat...moaning

smiling at the grip of those white teeth as you almost choke - before leaning further into you and steadying Myself with that grip behind your ears

shaking your body softly from side to side to make the tweezers dance and feeling the alligator clips in a tug of war near His foot

trying not to scrape Your skin...backing-off a bit to use my tongue...hands finally brave enough to rise and cup Your balls

toe and the nail- running across and down the island - hit by the rainstorm and then sheltering on the hill -p sensing siesmic movements a foot ( or toe anyway)

ignoring the pain to concentrate on the hot manhood...letting my teeth scrape just a bit...

gently moving your hands back to the roo thong loops as the toe is suddenly ambushed by what appears to be ten crazed alligators

shaking...glad i'm on my knees or i'd fall...moving steadily...tightening my lips around You

feeling the internal plumbing that even Acme have had no hand in begin to leak

vaguely wondering if Your toe will be all wrinkled from the moisture...does such a liquid draw-out salt?

the eruption inside forcing its way towards the base of the shaft and about to jump into the lift to make its way to the surface - redoubling the toe movements as long as possible before the ......

trying hard to breathe...my own gasps coupled with the shaft filling my throat making it difficult...squeezing my lips tighter on You...moving more quickly...intensely

.. hands holding you for a few seconds - still - fighting and beginning to conquor - taking your lips from the throbbing mindless shaft and dropping to My knees to quickly remove the clips - individually releasing the nuts and pressing you to the floor

fighting You for a moment to retain my prize...crying-out as the clips release their grip...reaching for You even as i hit the floor

entering you hurriedly but with little effort and continuing to be sucked - this time by your cunt palpitations - and very close to...

crooked fingers twisting the tweezers in a .....

...taking You into my body...lil slurpie sounds coupled with hard squeezes of my muscles...

nipple-pain flaring fresh...

short spasm that heralds the outgushing - the tsunami that will cover the island and leave a sea of frothing white over the pink coral and in the cay - and set the already late alarm system on the hill into tatters

my hips moving hard against You...pounding that island with stormwinds

continuing to pound the beach as the second shock wave appears - trying to salve those pink vivid coral damaged lips with the soft flesh around the shaft - and smileing softly as the internal 0peace starts to return

squeezing You more softly but still steadily...my movements smoother and less frantic

and suffering under the great goddess Typo of the volcano but not caring ... still riding although essentially having lost the saddle and major points of contact.

...holding You...closing my thighs to grip You between them...

thinking under the circumstances that His first thoughts on the subject have changed and saying

you may cum Sir Sparehawk's darling

cum for Him and A/all who are watching and W/who will no doubt think that you deserve it.

withdrawing slightly to provide a finger pointing your way - knowing that it will not be the only thing that will come between U/us soon

responding to the order...the permission...the gift...clenching You hard as my body contracts...long full waves of release...slowing gradually...

fingernail flicking against that nerve centre - feeling the effect in My whole body -

lil aftershocks running through me...U/us...thinking the lava's all over the place

sharing almost every feeling that comes from your center and losing focus for a short moment - before withdrawing

clean Me please and then rest for a few moments and then ... W/who knows what you might do *grin*

and so was Typo all over the place - it is only fair

not wanting to lose You...but knowing i must...bathing Your manhood in the bath of my mouth...slowly...relaxing

standing above you again

and then remembering the tweezers and undoing the nuts before gently massaging where they had cut a swathe through.

smiling softly...kneeling willingly...and not for pain or lust

Thank You, Fe@therbrain

wincing as the blood returns to my nipples...grateful for another massage...

Thank you Sir Sparehawk's darling.

put My thong back on for Me then
pick up the blanket and W/we will have a short rest while I give you a hug that will last until the next time W/we can scene - which could well be eternity *grin*

thinking that moving it aside would have been a good move...holding it for You to step into...raising it with my teeth and a lil help from my hands over the bumpy spots...

picking-up the blanket...smiling

wandering in after waiting for hours for the scene to finish - muttering

bloody longwinded Fe@therbrain

and then starting to empty out the water and ice left over - unplug the power and generally do the fabulous restoration job needed

sharing the blanket with you - having shared so much with you for what seemed a lifetime - hugging you close - feeling all that W/we have shared in the warmth between the 2 bodies - and then grabbing the sleeping bag from ACME removals to share with you for a maximum of 5 minutes

chuckling, thinking boy those ACME people arenīt fast....sipping java

smiling softly...tucking myself under Your arm...shivering a bit at the memory of cold...the warmth doubly-appreciated

thinking the obvious thing would be to massage you now - but you can scroll back and do that - I must leave soon *grin*

chuckling...i will do that, my Friend

the older one bows - safe now that seph has gone from cracks about cracks - and says quietly

ummm - Fe@therbrain said as it cost Him so much in the first place that perhaps You would pay our bill Sir - ? just $100 nest dollars?

and leaving the bill before leaving the room

thinking that the ACME guy needs glasses...even in a sleeping bag i'm obviously no "Sir"

Hmmm - wonder why Acme thought you were a Sir?

*kotc and the eternal hug* Thank you once more medium height to tall one - I think your Master awaits to replace your collar - unlike the sub who forgot hers after that recent scene *grin*

kissing You...holding the hug an extra moment... Thank You...and i do hope You're right about that...i would hate for Him to withhold it from me

I think you must have looked more Ravisher to him

and it was hard to tell where I started and you finished at that point *grin*

running out the door for the fastest shower in history...

leaving quietly after bowing to A/all and thanking T/them for T/their support.

Wishing to say that this scene was planned as the highlight of His time in the nest and that He will return but will have some weeks of rest from all vt scening and most chat as RT is getting almost as incomprehensible as the ACME plumbing

Farewell A/all for a while

returning...glowing from the brisk scrub...as well as other things...kneeling at Your feet to kiss Your boots...

Good night My friend.

Good day Sir - and thank You again for allowing this scene.

reaching to My side, taking your collar and fasten it again around your neck, locking it safe, then leaning to kiss you Hello slave, feel free to talk. Enjoyed yourself I hope ?

soft smile My pleasure My friend.

smiling...kissing You...raising a hand to touch the collar at my neck...sighing happily

Thank You, Master...and W/we enjoyed O/ourselves tonight

smile Then I am pleased slave, that is the meaning of the game, to have fun and enjoy it.

glad you enjoyed it too -

l/p

waving goodbye to Fe@therbrain...smiling to A/all present...feeling a bit on the drained side